Every Man Contains Within Himself A Ghost

When Man Becomes Greater Than Nature, Nature, Which Gave Him Birth, Will Respond.

We Cannot Pluck A Flower Witout Disturbing A Star.

Over The Whole Earth- This Infinitely Small Globe That Possesses All We Know Of Sunshine And Bird Song- An Unfamiliar Blight Is Creeping: Man- Man, Who Has Become At Last A Planetary Disease And Who Would, If His Technology Yet Permitted, Pass This Infection To Another Star.

The Creative Element In The Mind Of Man . . . Emerges In As Mysterious A Fashion As Those Elementary Particles Which Leap Into Momentary Existence In Great Cyclotrons, Only To Vanish Again Like Infinitesimal Ghosts.

What If I Am, In Some Way, Only A Sophisticated Fire That Has Acquired An Ability To Regulate Its Rate Of Combustion And To Hoard Its Fuel In Order To See And Walk?